28
Sasha
“Is it porn?” Conor asks from his position on the couch, stuffing his face with chips while scrolling on his phone. After yesterday, I wasn’t sure Conor would speak to me, but he came over today and has acted as though nothing had happened between us.
I know I need to talk to him about what Liv had said, but I don’t know how to. I’m scared that if I say the wrong thing, he’ll walk out that door and never look back. He has a game tomorrow night, our talk can wait until after that. I don’t want to fuck anything up for him.
“No, it’s not porn.” I reply, flipping through my notebook. “Well, maybe it is.”
“Can I read it?”
“No.”
“Please.” Conor pleads with me but he knows I won’t give in. He’s been asking me if he could read it all day but I’m not letting anyone read it until it’s ready. That would be like a chef letting someone try a new dish before all the ingredients have been added. It just wouldn’t work.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not done yet. You wouldn’t like it anyway.” He huffs, scrolling through his phone again. “You could come and help before I go get washed up?”
That piques his interest because he gets off the couch, joining me at the dining table. “What can I do?”
“I have the big story line and the important parts in the story but I’m struggling to think of fillers that won’t bore people to death, but that also don’t sound repetitive.” I sigh, running a hand through my dark hair.
He thinks for a moment and I can practically see the moment the lightbulb glows above his head. “They could go to space and have sex in zero gravity?” I award Conor with an ‘are you shitting me’ look. “Was it the space bit or the floating sex bit?”
“It was the whole bit.”
“Okay, fine.” Conor thinks for a second. Again, I can see it in his eyes when an idea comes to his head. “What if they accidentally get stuck in a time machine and end up in the 1700’s and the only way they can get home is by having sex?”
I level him with a glare. “You’re kidding.”
“What? I think that would be a good story.”
“You write it then.”
“You know what? I think I will. We could be rival authors. It would be like a real life enemies to lovers.”
“Shut up.” I laugh, gently shoving his shoulder.
Conor’s eyes move to my lips. How does that one simple little thing make the butterflies erupt and heat to form low in my stomach?
“I, umm.” Where have my thoughts gone? “I’m going for a shower.
” I manage, standing from the chair and walking towards the bathroom with a sway of my hips.
Conor’s not the best at reading social cues from people, so I need to make it glaringly obvious that I want him to join. I pull my shirt over my head before I reach the hallway, throwing it in his direction. Then, I unhook my bra and drop it into the wooden floors.
My apartment is small, so you can see the bathroom door from where Conor is sitting at the dining table.
When I reach it, I turn my head and lock eyes with him.
If a look could burn your skin, that’s what Conor’s would be doing to me right now.
Slowly, I unbutton my jeans, pushing them and my thong over my ass and down my legs.
I’m standing here, completely naked and not once does Conor’s gaze stray from mine. This man has the restraint of a saint.
Moving into the bathroom, I shut the door and turn on the water, waiting for him to come to me.
It’s weird, I never would have done that with Max, but with Conor, I have this new sense of confidence. I can ask for what I want without worrying that he’ll judge me. I can strip in front of him whenever I want and he’ll always get turned on. It’s exciting and thrilling and I fucking love it.
I get into the shower, stepping under the spray of water when I feel his huge hands grab me from behind, spin me around and push me against the cold shower wall.
“You’re trouble, do you know that?” Conor growls before his mouth connects with mine.
We kiss each other with urgency, the hunger and need driving us both wild.
I fist his hair, tugging him down into me while his tongue tangles with mine. He’s grabbing handfuls of my ass, pulling me flush against him, his hard cock wedged between us.
His lips part from mine, skating over my cheek and moving to my neck where he sucks and bites the sensitive skin. “How’s your burn feeling?”
“I can barely feel it.” I breathe out, reaching up on my tip toes and kissing his collar bone.
“Good. Get on your knees for me, baby.” He whispers into my ear before nibbling it.
Said knees almost buckle at his words, the tone of his voice, the pure sex that drips off of him. I love it when he’s demanding like this. Telling me what to do, when to do it. It drives me insane.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I lower to my knees in front him. I grasp his hard cock in my hand, pumping it slowly while peering up at him through my lashes. “You look so beautiful down there.”
I stick my tongue out, licking up his length before swirling it around the tip. I hum in approval when the salty taste of his precum hits my tastebuds.
Conor groans from my light touch as I gently suck him into my mouth. One of his hands is on the wall to steady himself, the other wrapped in my hair, just the way I like it. I like it when he feels like he’s in control, but we both know it’s all me.
I take him deep into the back of my throat, gagging at the delicious intrusion.
“Fuck, Sash.” He moans, tipping his head back.
“You like my cock in your mouth?” I hum around him again, the vibration making him twitch.
I bob my head, my mouth gliding up and down his hardness, my tongue swirling around his tip when I reach the top.
There’s something so mesmerizing about watching a man like this, knowing that you’re the one making him feel like this.
“I need to be inside of you now.” Conor says in a husky voice.
The advantages of being a small woman having sex with a huge, muscular man, is that he can throw me around like a ragdoll.
In one swift move, Conor hoists me up by the arms, grabbing the backs of my thighs and lifting me while slamming his mouth back onto mine.
A shiver runs down my spine as he backs me up against the shower wall again, his hard cock already aligned perfectly with my wet entrance.
He lowers me down onto him slowly, both of us gasping in unison when I’m fully seated on him.
“You’re always so fucking tight.” I moan against his neck, my pussy clenched around him. “You squeeze me so good.”
“Stop talking and fuck me already.” I demand and he chuckles, lifting me again and slamming me down onto him. “Fuck, Conor. Do it again.”
“Maybe I won’t do it at all if you’re gonna be a brat about it.” Ahh, new kink unlocked.
I would love nothing more than to explore this side of us but right now I just need him to move. I look up at him through my lashes, pleading with him, “I’m sorry, baby.” I tell him in my most seductive voice, “Please fuck me.”
“I would never say no to you.” Conor mouth crashes against mine again, the kisses becoming sloppy and messy as he lifts me and slams me back down onto him repeatedly. He pins me to the wall with his hips, one hand resting against it, the other grabbing my breast.
“Oh God.” I moan as he hits that spot deep inside me that makes me see stars.
“Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yesss.” I can feel it getting closer, tightness pooling low in my stomach, my spine tingling. “Come in my pussy, Conor.” He slams into me once, twice, three times and then he’s spilling everything he’s got inside me while my walls contract around his cock.
“Fuck, Angel.” Conor rests his head against the shower wall beside my own, both of us a mix of sweat and heavy breathing. “You good?”
“I’m better than good.”
Conor lowers me back onto the wet floor, the now cold water pounding down onto my back, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
“I’ll let you get washed.” Conor says, giving me one last kiss before grabbing a towel and stepping out of the shower. “You stink.”
I laugh as he walks out of the bathroom.
It’s such an unusual feeling, being with a man who makes you laugh, treats you like a princess and can make you feel that good during sex.
Conor is the whole package and someday, he’s gonna make some woman very happy.
It just kills me that that woman isn’t gonna be me.